I looked for you in each face I saw
In one fast-flowing mass of men
Soaring height, timid and piercing eyes
Slow and Lazy steps, gliding through the crowd
In a quick glance I noticed your hair
Thin and neat, black as the night
But its your hands that I saw, and I knew
I see you; my love, my life
I looked on, but no one owned your style
Your smile, the aura you brought with you
No one had your class of charm
You were faultless, precise, and beautiful
In dismay I watched, as you walked away
Everything I craved and nothing I deserve
06/08/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely beautiful..this feels